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@plaaayingwithfire
“The seven Courts of Prythian, each ruled by a High Lord, all of them deadly in their own way. They are not merely powerful — they are Power.”
Eating food.. dopamine? Reward? Ohhh that explains it!
Yep. And people whose dopamine uptake is damaged either through trauma 🙋♂️ or substance abuse 🙋♂️are often prone to food issues 🙋♂️ for that very reason. The amount of food it takes for a normal person to get that sweet dopamine pulse barely moves the needle for some of us. Science yo 🤓
@instructor144 is spot on about the dopamine release.
Representatives of the 501st Legion: Capital City Garrison volunteered some time to pose with adoptable Ottawa Humane Society shelter animals.
Happy Star Wars Day! May The Fourth Be With You! Photo Credit The.Rohit Ottawa Citizen
“But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.”
— Madeline Miller, excerpt from Circe
for the moon lovers.
As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent wings unfolding and stirring the air, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive to the music of dragons.
Your reign is over. My reign has just begun.
Proverbs 31, Woman.
10 It is hard to find a good wife, because she is worth more than rubies. 11 Her husband trusts her completely. With her, he has everything he needs. 12 She does him good and not harm for as long as she lives. 13 She looks for wool and flax and likes to work with her hands. 14 She is like a trader’s ship, bringing food from far away. 15 She gets up while it is still dark and prepares food for her family and feeds her servant girls. 16 She inspects a field and buys it. With money she earned, she plants a vineyard. 17 She does her work with energy, and her arms are strong. 18 She knows that what she makes is good. Her lamp burns late into the night. 19 She makes thread with her hands and weaves her own cloth. 20 She welcomes the poor and helps the needy. 21 She does not worry about her family when it snows, because they all have fine clothes to keep them warm. 22 She makes coverings for herself; her clothes are made of linen and other expensive material. 23 Her husband is known at the city meetings, where he makes decisions as one of the leaders of the land. 24 She makes linen clothes and sells them and provides belts to the merchants. 25 She is strong and is respected by the people. She looks forward to the future with joy. 26 She speaks wise words and teaches others to be kind. 27 She watches over her family and never wastes her time. 28 Her children speak well of her. Her husband also praises her, 29 saying, “There are many fine women, but you are better than all of them.” 30 Charm can fool you, and beauty can trick you, but a woman who respects the Lord should be praised. 31 Give her the reward she has earned; she should be praised in public for what she has done.
- Proverbs 31:10-31
Being submissive/Dominant is not something you do, it's something you are.
No matter which you are, Submissive or Dominant– it wasn’t a decision you made. It is an integral part of who you are as a person..so make peace with it. Accept that this is an incredibly important facet of your personality, and learn to embrace what it means for you as an individual. You are not broken. You are not a freak. Nobody else can define what your Submission or Dominance should look like– you alone make that call. You decide how you live out this aspect of yourself.
Now go out there and be amazing.
“Circle of life“ by | Marcel van Luit
Finding the Quiet
Over his knee for the first time in a while, my mind is still busy. I’m thinking. Thinking about whether I’ll be able to take it, thinking about whether the dog will be okay downstairs, thinking about whether I should have gone pee first. I’m thinking about trying not to think. I’m thinking about how trying not to think is still thinking.
And then his strikes grow more intense. The sting snaps me back to the moment. I squirm and whimper a little, but he just keeps going.
Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right.
When thoughts come into my mind, they disappear quickly. Little bubbles popping with the force of each blow.
I really have to focus on my breathing now. Still, my mind always tries to fight the pain. It tries to go elsewhere. But I know how this works. There’s never a way around the pain; in the end, I always have to go through. And so I focus on the pain. I feel the heat of every blow soaking into my skin. I imagine lavender waves pulsing outward from his hand. They are always lavender. Soon, my mind is nothing but lavender.
Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right.
His strikes grow harder, and a whimper escapes my lips. He digs his fingers into my aching flesh. I groan. But then I feel my body relax again. My mind grows quiet. Deep breaths. And then there is nothing but the warmth of him. His body under mine. His hands hitting, grabbing, caressing me. In this moment, I do not want or need or think; I only feel. I feel what he chooses. I am shaped and reshaped by him with every touch.
He leans over and kisses me on the cheek. He strokes my hair and tells me I’m a good girl. Then he pulls my dress down, sits me up and folds me into his chest. I am soft and small, safe in his arms. His heartbeat fills my ear. I know the world will start creeping back in. But for now, I just want to stay in the quiet with him. As long as I can.
IC 1805, Heart Nebula